A calm afternoon in a small town, when a local police officer notices something rather unusual driving through the main square — an old man behind the wheel of a pickup truck.

Nothing odd there, except for the bed of the truck, which is overflowing with ducks, feathers ruffling in the wind as the vehicle rolls past pedestrians and shopfronts.

Concerned, the officer pulls over the driver and says in a firm but polite tone,

“Sir, you can’t have a flock of ducks riding around town. Please take them to the zoo right away.”

The old man nods in agreement.

“Sure thing, officer,” he replies, and he drives off with the ducks in town.

But the story doesn’t end there. The very next day, the same officer sees the same truck — again full of ducks. Only this time, the ducks are all wearing sunglasses. Puzzled and a bit frustrated, the officer stops the man once more.

“I thought I told you to take these ducks to the zoo!” he exclaims.

With a wide grin, the old man says,

“Oh, I did take them to the zoo yesterday. But today, they wanted to go to the beach!”